Fairy Dust
Did you
feel your heart begin to rise?
Or that sudden urge to fly upon the wind?
To
twist yourself about so fast, that you could see the whole world spinning?
And
did you see a darting something out of the corner of your eye just a moment ago? A fairy, or perhaps a sprite, flinging dust
about her or around him, by the glittery, sparkling handful?
That
is the mark, the sign, the fate of fairy dust.
But
fear not!
Oh
no, this is nothing dreadful.
You
have only been sprinkled with hope and lightness and possibility.
If
you feel the urge to do anything fanciful, be it dance around a field, or the
moon, best give in; there is no turning back anyway.
For
you have been kissed.